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shatteredpoet Mar 2019
the drum inside your
chest is my favorite
lullaby
lets drift through this melancholy darkness together as we listen to the drums inside our chests.
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
but, my love,
rivers still run from
your mouth,
colors still flow through
your veins,
and valleys of beauty
still reside in your soul.

~they didn't take everything
from you.
no matter what people say to you,
you still hold
your beauty
your wit
your talents
and your passions.
some people are unfair and
hypocritical.
some people will
say things that really ******* hurt
right down to your core
but whether they judge and/or say
things about your strengths or weaknesses,
you're still the same
beautifully passionate human being
and that's something that will always
be true.
these special pieces of you
will always find a way back to you
no matter how far away
they seemed to fall away
with the stroke of someone's
double-edged sword.

i won't sit here and say
that their words will
brush off as easy as they
hit you
because sometimes they begin to
flow from your head, straight to your
bloodstream and end up
staying with you
for a long time
but even so,
small acts of love towards you
or just a moment of shared
laughter
proves that those admirable
parts are still with you
deep down or perhaps those pieces
are
closer to your heart than you think.
regardless, no matter what anyone says
to you,
you're still worth love and
kindness.
you're still beautiful.
you still deserve to be heard
you are still human and you still
matter.

~2.a.m. me
shatteredpoet Apr 2019
you were my father
and i was your daughter
until i told you i fell in love
with her
until i told you i despised
the meanings of gender
until i told you i was not
a replica of you
until i blurred that picture perfect
image of the person
you wished me to be
you promised to love
me without conditions
until you realized the
only thing you could do
was love me with conditions
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
different pigments
doesn't change
the fact
we have the same
bones
different religious beliefs
doesn't change
the fact
we're made of the same elements
different ****** orientations
doesn't change
the fact
we are all human
different social classes
doesn't change
the fact
none if us are
consistently happy
different lifestyles
doesn't change
the fact
we're all imperfect

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shatteredpoet Dec 2019
everything erupts inside me.
it comes out angry and
heartbroken and confused
until all the fire and light burn out.
i am no longer the girl
with thousands of brightly lit
stars attached to her body.
but the truth is i can-- we all can
move on from what broke us,
what took us from our place in the stars,
and what changed us forever.
i may not move through the stars
the same way i once did,
but i will keep moving.
the need to fight, to heal, to exist
is enough for me to find all the stars
hidden underneath all the pain and what if's.
so maybe —just maybe— the girl
with a thousand brightly lit stars
is still there somewhere ready to feel free again.
shatteredpoet Apr 2019
it seems as if
you are made up
of the stardust
that once formed the
very star i wished
upon for a girl
like you
shatteredpoet Apr 2019
for all the nights
of which
you come to me
covered in blue
i promise to be there
to paint you
the same color as
the sun
when dawn arrives,
the sun will begin to
shine through you again.
you
shatteredpoet Mar 2019
you
you are not the thorns
that leave your lovers
bleeding.
you are not the
sunflowers growing
in your head.
you are everything in between.
you are everything all at once.
shatteredpoet Feb 2019
i've always been told to love;
and that if i do,
i do it raw and passionately
but now as i sit here with
the girl i may love,
i am told i cannot

for her body looks too much
like my own, so i am to
love the body of a man
whose soul does not
match mine like hers does

i wish you knew how
confusingly destructive
that sounds-- i am to love
the body of a man over the
soul of a woman
shatteredpoet Mar 2019
you are not purely
made up of
sunflowers and soft
vanilla candles.
nor are you purely
made up of
stardust and poetry.
you're made up of
thorns and bitter tastes.
you're made up of
thunderstorms and
fractured words
too.
shatteredpoet Jan 2019
my heart is colored
gray
by your all or
nothing
kind of love

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shatteredpoet Jan 2019
when i first met you,
you were a beautiful
blue green ocean
and
your waves kissed me
before i fell asleep
and every night
i got used to
hearing you crash
against my shoreline
drifting me to sleep

but then one day
your body turned
a violent shade
of gray as
your waves roae
above me
before crashing into
me and drowning
my heart
in the waves
that once kissed me
ever so gently
shatteredpoet Apr 2020
i don't think
you were made from stars
i see no stardust attached
to you
nor planets behind your eyes
you hold no traits of your own
only makeshift feelings and
words made of concrete
~so maybe you were made from the rubble

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